Milkweed burstswith silken seed. Crushed almonds scatter like spilled cinnamon. A child clips basil at the tender neck, after a family friend passes away. Love is swallowed in moondust, bared in cherry rose. Across the landscape of human experience, can inside really be disentangled from out? See what you think, in this new collection of poems...

I want to write about something else, one of the best books I've read in a while…This glorious book is thoughtful without being laborious, literate without being self-conscious. She has a great eye for details, and a luminous style that revels in God's presence in the day-to-day….I had to fight back tears on Good Friday and Holy Saturday as I sat with this, dropping the book to my knees as I looked to the heavens to whisper a thanks to God for her fine work…

Some books offer bullet points, sterile checklists, action plans. Well and good, even needful. Some books wax eloquently, poetic and lyrical, but leave us hungry for something meaty and filling. Rare is the read that serves up something deeply soul and mind satisfying that is, too, lush and rich and worth savoring. Stone Crossingsis that rare read.

It's like you've been lost in a forest looking for water, holding on to the compass you've owned for years but thinking it's not doing you much good, and then suddenly you stumble into a small clearing with a spring-fed pool. Stone Crossings is that pool.

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Draw your chair up close to the edge of the precipice, and I will tell you a story. I will give you the treasures of darkness and riches hidden in secret places.
(F. Scott Fitzgerald, in The Crack-Up; God, in Isaiah 45:3)